I used to be certain.
Not just confident or comfortable, but certain in the way only a young person can be when handed a complete system and told it explains everything. I had been taught a theology that divided the world neatly into what was true and what was false. It came with answers for every question that mattered and, more importantly, it came with the assumption that those answers were final.
I didn’t question it. Why would I? It was what I had been given. It felt like truth because it felt like home.
When I listen to people argue about theology now, I often recognize something uncomfortably familiar. I hear the same tone of certainty I once had. I see people defending systems they didn’t build but have fully embraced. They assume their conclusions are objectively true and everything else is objectively wrong.
I understand that mindset because I once lived there.

Head and heart don’t agree about love, including Valentine’s Day
What would I do with my time if the money made no difference?
Cop’s murder has me pondering why humans kill those they love
Danger of Iran war getting stronger because of blindness, hypocrisy
Most of nature follows instinct, but humans often ignore voice
Leave your dead past behind; that’s not where you’re going
Uh, oh: For first time since ’45, U.S. job growth was zero last month
Real-life ‘ghost story’: The tale of a house that didn’t want me there